WHERE OH WHERE IS OUR JAMES CONNOLLY?

 

 

[Am] Where oh [G] where is [Em] our James [Am] Connolly?

Where oh where is that [Em] gallant [Am] man?

He has gone to [G] organise the [C] Union,

So the working [E7] people might yet be [Am] free.

 

Where oh where is the Citizen Army?

Where oh where are those fighting men?

They’ve gone to join the Great Rebellion,

And break the bonds of slavery.

 

And who’ll be there to lead the van?

Oh who’ll be there to lead the van?

Who should be there but our James Connolly?

The here of each working man.

 

Who carried high the burning flag?

Who carried high that burning flag?

Tis our James Connolly all pale and wounded

Who carried high our burning flag.

 

They carried him up to the jail.

They carried him up to the jail.

And there they shot him one bright May morning

And quickly laid him in his grave.

 

Who mourns now for our James Connolly?

Who mourns for the fighting man?

Oh lay me down in yon green garden

And make my bearers Union men.

 

We laid him down in yon green garden

With Union men on ever side.

And swore we’d make one mighty Union

And fill that gallant man with pride.

 

Now all you noble Irishmen

Come join with me for liberty!

And we will forge a mighty weapon

And smash the bonds of slavery!